The Haunted Clock: Wednesday: Child of Woe, #0

By Francesco Santora

Enter Wednesday: Child of Woe's World of Darkness. Unearth the secrets that lie beyond time's grasp in this spine-tingling tale of mystery and the supernatural. Join Wednesday and her sister Frigsday as they unlock the enigmatic power of a haunted clock, embarking on a chilling journey through the eerie depths of their town. With every tick of the clock, they unravel a web of curses, restless spirits, and forgotten treasures. But the path to discovery is fraught with peril, and they must confront dark forces that threaten to plunge their world into eternal darkness. Can they break the curse and save their family's legacy? Prepare for a mesmerizing and macabre adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the final chime. Enter if you dare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Francesco Santora
• Release date: Sep 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223972624

Francesco Santora

I learned long ago the best person to write the stroies I like is myself. If you want to come along too then welcom to my World of Darkness. 

Book preview

Wednesday: Child of Woe

Chapter 1: The Haunted Clock

ednesday Santora had always been drawn to the unusual and the eerie. Her fascination with the macabre was as inherent as the darkness that cloaked her family's mansion. The clock that

stood sentinel in the corner of her room was no exception. While most people found it merely charming, a piece of antiquity with a creaky wooden frame and ornate, spiderweb-like hands, Wednesday found it utterly captivating. This clock bore a history as twisted and enigmatic as the Santora family itself.

One gloomy evening, Wednesday reclined in her room, her beloved pet spider, Igor, crawling lazily across her hand. She cast her eyes upon the clock, its incessant ticking echoing through the silent mansion. Ordinary folks whispered that the clock was cursed, but that only deepened Wednesday's curiosity. The allure of the arcane and the unknown beckoned her like a siren's song.

As the clock struck midnight, an uncanny sensation enveloped Wednesday. She could feel a presence, a spectral entity, emanating from the very heart of the clock. Most would quail in fear, their hearts racing with dread, but not Wednesday. Instead, a mischievous grin played upon her lips, her dark eyes dancing with an unholy excitement.

Hello, old friend, she purred to the clock. Have you come to play?

The pendulum swung rhythmically, and the room seemed to grow colder, a chill that seeped into her bones. Whispered voices, like phantoms from ages past, emanated from within the clock's haunted mechanisms. They were voices of the long-forgotten, eternally trapped in the confines of this cursed

timepiece. Yet, rather than recoil in fear, Wednesday leaned closer, eager to commune with the spectral residents.

With Igor perched on her shoulder, Wednesday initiated her own eerie séance with the haunted clock. Her soft voice, tinged with eerie fascination, was a siren's call to the ethereal inhabitants. The minutes ticked away as she conversed with these restless souls, asking them questions about their lives, the clock's history, and the secrets it guarded.

Igor, the